Come to my garden,
Nestled in the hills.
There I'll keep you safe beside me.
Come to my garden.
Rest there in my arms.
There I'll see you
Safely grown and on your way.
Stay there in the garden,
Where love grows free and wild.
Come to my garden.
Come, sweet child.
--"Come to My Garden," Secret Garden
We finally put in our little garden plot this weekend, after delaying it because of cold weather, rain, necessary yard work, and other family activities. But yesterday, Mama labored all day to build the raised bed in the newly-cleared back corner, where a huge burning bush was removed (the consequence being a lot less privacy in our backyard, as well as much more space and a cleaner look). The kids alternately played and begged to know when we would plant. Finally, they could help spread out the organic garden soil and then put in the stakes and lastly the plants. We have a yellow crookneck squash, an Italian striped zucchini, 5 poles of beans, 5 poles of snow peas, and two romaine lettuce plants, in an 8 x 4' rectangle. Soon, we'll be adding horseradish and rhubarb from our dear church friend Miss M, who calls those two plants "home plants" because where you plant them is your home. She's given them to her kids and now to us, her "church kids." We can't wait. And I even have some rhubarb recipes. All the herbs that I get from our CSA (which starts the first week of June), usually basil, thyme, parsley, etc, will go in pots. And the flowers are still in our old garden bed around the mailbox in front (with the seeds from Gommie growing in two "window boxes" hanging off our deck). It's probably all more work than we're ready for, but isn't that what gardens are all about--hope, hard work, and a little luck?
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